I know some people are used to their teams winning. How many championships has my father the Yankee fan witnessed? For me, though, it's rare for the teams I root for to make it anywhere near the mountain, much less ascending to the pinnacle of their sport. I will freely admit that taking sports so seriously is not logical. That said, I also think that human beings sometimes need to take seriously what logic rules out. Star Trek gave us Spock in order to grasp that precise point.
At any rate, I've spent the last week -- when I wasn't grading or helping my parents, which was very often -- in a state of blissful melancholy, holding on to the transcendent moments from the Giants' season. The night before last, I watched much of Tim Lincecum's masterful 14-strikeout 1-0 victory in the first round of the playoffs, which I'd missed while flying across the country, as well as revisiting highlights from the last two games of the World Series. I guess you could say that I'm taking full advantage of my MLB.com subscription. Now that a week has passed, however, I recognize that it's time to make my way back to the present. But I may still turn my head occasionally to take in the view behind me.